Alone But Not Lonely
+24Watch them fall,
Empty promises meant nothing,
Never kept, never hidden.
Find glory for us all,
Try to be something,
Because what we are is forbidden.
No one will help because we live in this earth,
Maybe someday you’ll give them what they deserve.
Write your sorrows,
Your pen is your pain.
Those things you steal and borrow,
Still nothing to gain.
Such a beautiful painting you’ve done,
On a canvas of skin.
The ink is your blood,
With a blade you use again, and again.
You promised you’d tell,
You promised you would..
It hurts just to speak,
But you know that you should.
Letting her down,
You hate being like this.
You throw your crown,
Her heart.. You almost missed.
On the floor she falls,
You start to cry.
You’ve gotten rid of it all,
You don’t even know why..
So your canvas is filled,
Your life’s work content.
Your blood has been spilled,
Your happiness was on rent.
What once was a beautiful picture,
Now just a detail of the things you threw away..
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
